The Box

I am bound; sessile.
Contained inside this hell.
A black box engulfed in silence.
I am mute; I am alone.

No light.
No hope.

There is no escaping it.
For we are all betrothed to Death.
Though some may deny it,
I know the truth.

No escape.
No tears.

Do not weep here.
The box will fill; salts will sting your insides.
However that fate may be better;
More bearable than awaiting Death's lethal kiss...

In this box that some call reality...

Jesslk